On the edge of 2018, there's demolition and hotel development everywhere in my neighbourhood of Asakusa, Tokyo. As with other parts of the city, the national government is making all-out efforts to attract more and more tourists, whatever the cost. When the crowding of my personal space gets too much, I try to remember that in this disaster- and war-targeted district, change has been constant. People live with it, and get by. Since Edo times, Asakusa has been a magnet for tourists, as well as priests, craftspeople, strippers, musicians, snake oil salesmen, freaks and other outsiders. Everyone has crushed into this neighbourhood. So on my walks around this district, east near the river, I focus on what still makes it the place I most want to live.